what a week was had ...

On Monday last week, we packed our bags in secret. Faithful cavvy Rueban, doesn’t take kindly to being left behind, so just before our trip the suitcases were placed on the bed of the guest room - door closed tight. Both Keith and I made surreptitious forays between bedrooms with knickers, socks and various other bits to take to Adelaide.

On Tuesday before the birds were even contemplating a chirp (4.15am) we sprang from our bed and prepared ourselves for our adventure - taking care not to alert the dog too soon of our impending departure. Reminding him that his house sitter would be with him soon.

A quick and uneventful flight - well two actually, and we arrived in Adelaide to surprise a dear friend at her reluctant launch of her debut book - THE FAMILY STRING.

Well, I was a-bubble with excitement, wishing away the hours of the afternoon until it was time to dress in our best literary-glitterary and take the escalator up to Dymock’s new jewel in this franchise’s chain.

And the pent up adrenaline was well worth it. The woman of the hour was speechless. That’s saying something, for anyone who knows Denise Picton well. We found her lurking away from the gathering crowd, taking refuge behind a stand of books. Someone had tracked Denise down and was doing her best to stymie the author’s attempt to settle herself into the space, preparing to entertain the expectant throng.

I waited a moment or two and stepped forward to make myself known. Denise looked up and I saw a flash of uncertainty - why is this friend from across Bass Strait here, in this place? But sharp as a tack. she recognised her Tassie friends and enveloped us in a warm and welcoming hug, saying - what are you doing here?

Successful surprise executed.

And then, we parked ourselves on two of many chairs kindly insisted on by the launching author, and prepared ourselves to be entertained.

And entertained we were, along with the other one hundred or so - guests. Of course, Denise did it differently from all other book launches I had been to. A modicum of control; actually complete editorial and creative license, had us laughing and shedding tears, into the lovely space that is the new Adelaide Dymocks.

I found myself thinking about how I might conduct my launch - when it happens. Something Denise’s soiree showed me was to be myself. This much is true.

And then, a lovely dinner at Denise’s regular cafe the following night, with Denise all to ourselves. Talking books, writing, publishing peculiarities, expectations and hopes. Lovely, lovely, lovely. The highlight of this tasty Italian meal would have to be the photo of two friends baring their best and sweetest smiles.

What a jam packed few days. Keith walking around the Adelaide Central Market, baguette in hand. Nibbling away at this crusty offering (doesn’t take too much to keep the husband happy),while we explored the beautiful city of Adelaide.Dipping into interesting heritage buildings, shopping. Breathing in the wonder of the Adelaide Arcade. We heard young voices singing up above - not angels, just a group of schoolkids serenading us from the first floor. Singing Paradise.

And so … back home on Thursday - to a dog unseemly pleased to see us.

What a week was had. Actually only three days, but rammed full of pleasure, fun and the warmth of a wonderful friendship. Denise, I am so proud of you, so pleased for you - and grateful that I have a friend who fills me up and believes in me.